1932 May 20
"Tom!" Squealed a tiny boy as he tried to escape from the larger, older boys bearing down upon with manic smiles that promised pain for the recipient. "Tom! Help!"
One of the boys laughed. "You think Tommy's gonna come save you, do ya?" He asked in a gruff voice. "'Cause we made sure he was busy before coming here, didn't we Bert?" The other just nodded his smile growing as the fear on the younger boy's face grew.
Harrison Thomson didn't know it yet but the matron had taken his protector, Tom Riddle, to a private room to have the priests exorcise him. She believed he was possessed by the devil because he refused to interact socially with anyone other than Harrison. Of course, at the same time she didn't blame Harrison one bit because it was entirely the devil child's fault that he was unsocial, if it weren't for the devil child's influence on the boy he would be a perfect little angel.
Now however, while the matron was otherwise occupied and Tom was unable to come to his aid, Harrison was starting to feel true anger for the first time ever. Prior to this Tom was always there to look after him and as far as he understood it was actually partly Tom's fault in the first place, if only he wouldn't be so unkind the other children might accept as a friend instead of enemy. But now there was no tom to blame for their hatred and he was sure he had never done anything that these boys could perceive as wrong, except being friends with Tom and that could be blamed on the matron for leaving them together for so much of his time a the orphanage. No, these boys weren't getting revenge or doing this for any logical reason what so ever; they just wanted to cause him in pain while they thought they could, the filthy bastards.